School is back on the horizon,
And I offer up my toil to you,
I will delight in you and you in me,
And you promise to renew me,
And you promise to make me holy,
So as I look over the horizon of weighty sleep,
Keep my eyes on you,
And my will on its knees,
Reverent and loving,
For I see you there amidst the bleak greys and overt pastels,
I see you there - waiting for me.